Prepping for #PitMad

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Since joining Twitter in 2013 I’ve been an avid fan of pitchfests, but I’ve never actually participated in one. For this Thursday’s #PitMad I thought I’d give it a shot.

What’s #PitMad, you ask? It’s an event on Twitter where authors pitch their book projects in 280 characters or less to an audience of literary agents in the hopes of landing one. Agents follow the hashtag throughout the day and favorite pitches they’re interested in. That favorite represents an invitation to the author to submit their query.

How likely is it to find an agent this way? Probably not very, but it’s still worth joining the party. The writing community is super supportive and fun to engage with, and no matter the outcome, trying to sell the idea of your novel on the strength of one or two punchy sentences is an important skill.

I have three completed manuscripts polished up and ready to go. Etiquette allows for three Tweets per project, ideally spread out through the day, and also encourages retweeting other authors to show support. It can get a little noisy, but it’s such a blast! That said, if you mute me for the day I won’t be offended.

Here are a few of my pitches:

HALLOWEEN ETERNAL (middle grade horror)

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES X GOOSEBUMPS

12 y/o Jonah and his friends are thrilled when a Halloween carnival comes to town—until they find out it’s haunted. Can they escape before the night is through, or are they doomed to an eternal Halloween?

 

THE HOUSE ON LINDEN WAY (adult horror/gothic suspense)

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE X FEVER DREAM

When Amber revisits her childhood home, her young daughter vanishes inside. Trapped by living memories, Amber must fight the lure of her past—and the ghosts who reside there—before her child is lost forever.

 

SWEET DREAMS MYSTERIES #1 (young adult mystery)

SCOOBY DOO X MURDER

When her favorite teacher mysteriously vanishes, HS senior and ice cream slinger Genevieve decides to investigate. But things get complicated when she finds a dead body. Can she and her meddling friends solve the murder before someone else gets iced?

Wish me luck!

Happy Endings

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Somehow it’s April and student teaching is behind me. I spent January and February learning how to teach a class of second grade students online, and then I spent March getting to know them in person.

As hard as it was to say goodbye, I had the incredible fortune of telling them that I’d see them again next year—the school offered a contract and I happily accepted. I am going to be a second-grade teacher.

I remember when my son was in second grade and how I especially enjoyed volunteering that year. I remember thinking that maybe I belonged in education, that once I could devote myself full time to a career, it should be a career devoted to children. Now, after some surprising twists and turns, that time is here, and it feels like a dream come true.

Come July, I will be furiously prepping for the school year—planning with my team, poring over the curriculum, setting up my very own classroom (!!!), and nervously awaiting the August arrival of 25-30 seven-year-old students.

Until then, I am settling into a quieter place—that dreamy, unbound state of mind where creativity flourishes, where stories take root and grow. The next story is already there, waiting. I wonder if it will grow wild or if it’s one of those that needs to be carefully tended in order to bloom. Either way is okay with me.

I know a few things: it’s middle grade. It’s a summer story. And, as befits this year of happy endings, it’s a fairy tale.

How to Fall in Love with Writing All Over Again

It happens—sometimes you just lose your love for writing. Like all relationships, there are exhilarating highs and plunging lows.

Maybe you’ve bravely faced off a monthslong slew of rejections but the last one finally broke you.

Maybe you can’t seem to create momentum—you start and then stop, start and then stop, and then wonder if you should just stop altogether.

Maybe you’re focusing on numbers instead of words: the number of views on your website; the number of comments on your essay; the number of ratings on your Goodreads page.

Whatever the source of your change of heart, here are some ways to rekindle the flame and fall back in love with writing.

Embrace writing as a hobby

Most advice suggests treating writing like a job, as if calling it a hobby diminishes the seriousness of your craft. But weighing down your writing with ‘have to’ language can feel negative. Work is something you have to do that’s often associated with drudgery; hobbies are things you choose to do that are associated with fulfillment.

Using ‘have to’ language can also inflate the importance of your writing so much it becomes paralyzing. For example, ditch the phrase ‘I have to write because writing is like breathing.’ Ditch the idea that being a writer is your whole identity. No wonder your muse is afraid to show up; who needs that kind of pressure?!

Instead of claiming that you have no choice, embrace how empowering it is to choose writing.

Make a schedule and show up

Treat your writing as a hobby but make it a habit. Create a schedule and then show up. It doesn’t have to be every day; in fact, maybe it shouldn’t. I’ve found my own personal sweet spot when drafting is four days a week. On the fifth day I’ll type up a summary of what I wrote and spend a few hours planning the week ahead.

Taking a short break gives your creative mind space to breathe, process, and most importantly, build anticipation. You’ll soon find you cannot wait for that next drafting day, and you won’t be as tempted to skip days because you only get four of them—plenty of time to move your story forward but not enough time to burn out.

Keep your writing sessions short (an hour or two), keep them consistent, and stick with your schedule.

Start early

The moment you start consuming, your creativity becomes compromised. It is crucial to begin the day with your own writing.

This does not mean you have to roll out of bed and immediately grab a pen and notebook. I get up, make my coffee, go for a thirty minute walk, shower, eat breakfast, and then I write. What I don’t do is check email, listen to anything (including music), turn on a TV, or read someone else’s words. No news articles, no inspirational writing blogs, no books. No one’s words get to come before mine.

To accomplish this, you have to resist checking your phone in the morning. It may be hard at first, but it’s worth it. Years ago I set my iPhone to downtime from 8:30 p.m. to 8:30 a.m. Everything is blocked save for actual phone calls, text messages, alarms, and the weather app (I have to know how to dress for my walks!).

Save that perfect, clear-headed, optimistic morning mind for your art; don’t let any clutter in. Start each day this way. Create before you consume.

Practice gratitude

It really is the little things that make the biggest difference, so celebrate them. Take a moment at the end of the day to recognize one good thing.

Some recent examples for me are: picking lemons off the tree in the late morning sunshine; chocolate peppermint tea; making coffee cake with Gabe. None of these have much to do directly with writing, yet acknowledging them helps promote mindfulness and observation—important skills for writers.

Committing moments to the page that may otherwise be lost reinforces daily the benefits of writing things down. The trick is you only get to pick one per day. This not only makes it easier to keep up the habit, but it sharpens another critical writing skill that we don’t talk about nearly enough—the art of brevity.

Be yourself

Writers talk a lot about finding their voice, as if it’s an elusive piece of magic waiting to be discovered. But it’s just you. You already have a voice, and although you may not be able to hear it, others will. Trust that it’s there and stop looking for it, or you’re likely to sound self-conscious and inauthentic.

You know how your truest self appears when you’re not focused on how you’re acting, like when you’re with your best friend or your kids? But around others sometimes you focus so hard on how to act you start acting … awkward? It’s the same with your voice, even when writing fiction.

Think of your favorite novelists—for me Simone St. James and Tana French come to mind. Their books are filled with distinctive characters, yet I always know I’m reading a Tana French or Simone St. James book because every page is stamped with the writer’s unique voice. Your pages will be too. Just be you.

Creative self-expression is the sweetest gift. Treat your gift like the treasure it is, and you’ll find yourself falling in love all over again.

That’s a Wrap on Halloween Eternal! Now What?

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2021 is off to a busy start for me, although I’m on a leave of absence from both of my jobs. What’s keeping me busy is student teaching, a twelve-week internship where I get to put into practice everything I’ve learned the last fourteen months about lesson plans, early childhood development, classroom management, and so much more.

It’s wildly stressful at times and also super fun, and it is definitely a full-time gig. But so far I’ve been able to stick with my writing routine—squeezing in an hour every morning to work on edits for Halloween Eternal. And yesterday … I finished! The middle grade horror I drafted in August and have been editing since December is now on its way to its very first reader, my awesome critique partner, Carrie.

Sharing your work is always a little scary, especially when it’s in the early stages. But I’m fortunate to have a CP who is generous with her praise, gentle with her criticisms, and doesn’t miss a thing. Halloween Eternal is in very safe hands.

So what’s next? I’m not sure yet. I’m trying to decide between another editing project or drafting something new. Maybe I’ll write some new essays, which I really miss doing. Maybe I’ll write a long short story. I’m giving myself until Valentine’s Day to figure it out, and until then, I’ll just be here writing random things like blog posts, articles, and lots of lesson plans.

One Hour a Day

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A year ago this week I started coursework for my post-baccalaureate teaching certification. Today I submitted my final assignments, and now I have the month of December to prepare for student teaching. I have no idea what that will look like—probably no one does—but whether virtually or in-person I’m looking forward to meeting the group of second graders I’ve been assigned to.

I’m nervous. I’m excited. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that next fall I’ll have my own classroom. I spend a lot of time thinking about it.

I also spend a lot of time thinking about my writing and how I’ll continue prioritizing something that’s very important to me. It shouldn’t be hard because, in all honesty, it doesn’t take much time to write—not when you do it every day. And since August of 2019 I’ve committed to being an everyday writer.

I don’t want to lose that. Once I made writing a simple, non negotiable, daily habit, I drafted three books in a year. Again, it doesn’t take much time. One hour a day is plenty. (The hour matters, however; the earlier the better.)

The struggle with teaching will be keeping my headspace clear for that hour. Over and over I hear about how all-consuming the profession is, especially in the first few years. On one hand I want to embrace the challenge, but I also want to avoid burning out like so many new teachers do. The key is insisting on balance, and I’m hoping age will work in my favor.

At forty-five, I have no problems anymore asking for what I need from my family. I’ve gotten better at setting boundaries at work and not feeling guilty about it. I’m wise enough to understand that for anyone to get the best version of me, I need that hour of creative release in the morning. Can I manage to shut everything out and keep claiming that time for me, for my stories?

I’m pretty sure I can. I may just have to get up an hour earlier.

Autumn Days Are Here Again

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The summer felt like it would never end, but finally it’s candle weather again. In August I penned a Halloween-themed middle grade book featuring a haunted house, a creepy corn maze, and a graveyard where the skeletons come to life. It was crazy fun to write and teleported me straight into the spooky season like a time machine. Books, whether you’re reading them or writing them, are magic like that.

While the draft of Halloween Eternal sits in a dark corner waiting for my return (I can feel, right now, the weight of its sinister glare), I am working on a final edit for a cozy mystery I wrote last fall. That book features a wintry mountain town, a delightful ice cream parlour, and, of course, a dead body. In the tradition of cozies, there are more giggles than gore, and the only explicit descriptions are of desserts.

As for The House on Linden Way, my adult novel about a woman who visits her childhood home and becomes trapped in living memories, I am still out on submission. I told myself I would query agents for a year and then switch to small publishers. My year runs out in December, but so far I’ve received three requests for fulls and one partial that I sent out last week. So maybe there is hope; after all, what better time for an agent to fall in love with a melancholy ghost story than the shadowy days of autumn?

The Magic of Seven

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“Memories, Dreams, and Writerly Pursuits: Seven Years of Blogging.” That’s the title of my new book, although it’s not a book in the traditional sense. Instead, it’s a collection of the nearly one hundred posts I’ve shared since starting this blog seven years ago. Now seemed like a pretty good time to get them bound in print.

The book is being published by a company called Blog2Print, but only one copy will ever exist—a copy just for me and, later, for my children. I’m a big believer in preserving the past by pinning it to the page, and I like the idea of keeping those seven years safe whether or not I remember to pay my website hosting fees.

Seven years of memories, seven years of dreams. Seven years of chronicling the highs and lows of writing—including my journey through seven (actual) books. I wonder if seven will be my magic number?

Will my seventh book, written this spring, be the one to land me an agent? I’m still submitting my fourth, The House on Linden Way, but I’ll admit I’ve lost a little hope on that one. It’s not as discouraging as it sounds—what I love about being a writer is the actual writing, and I’ll happily keep penning novels because it’s fun and fulfilling and costs nothing but time.

Still, I want to share my stories. I guess that’s why I keep blogging. Maybe in another seven years, there will be another book of blog posts—more memories, more dreams, more writerly pursuits—forever bound in print. And maybe that’s magic enough.

Welcome, New Subscribers! I’m Glad You’re Here

Congratulations to the winners of Women on Writing’s Ultimate #StayHomeandRead Book Giveaway! I’ll be mailing out signed copies of The Fourth Wall this week.

Also, a huge and heartfelt welcome to my new subscribers. I’m so glad you’re here. I blog once or twice a month, usually about writerly things, although sometimes I post book reviews too.

If you’re interested in learning more about The Fourth Wall, I have a bunch of fun posts from my blog tour back when it was first published, including the meaning behind the title, why I’m glad it was a first novel, and the ways to become a lucid dreamer.

If you’re super bummed you didn’t win a copy, stick around and I’ll let you know when my publisher runs the next Amazon giveaway so you can grab a free Kindle version.

In addition to writing books, I also love to write short fiction and creative nonfiction. Here is my latest nonfiction piece, published last month in Mothers Always Write. In this piece, I tried to capture some of the courage, resiliency, and grace of my twelve-year-old son, who is on the brink of navigating the tumultuous years of adolescence.

Are you a writer too? A fellow book lover? Let me know in the comments, and once again, welcome. 🙂

When Life Gets in the Way

Yesterday, a dear friend of mine confided that she was struggling to focus on her writing and publishing due to some major life changes. Ironically, these changes were implemented as a way to focus more on her writing and publishing. As my wise friend noted, “change is never neat.”

I’m a little envious of her, to be honest. She is packing up and moving from a big city to a small town all the way across the country. It’s the kind of small town you read about in stories or maybe hear about in country songs. Small, simple, quiet, surrounded by woods.

Kind of like a permanent writer’s retreat.

Because my friend is so diligent and hard-working, she feels like she is failing by not writing during this process of change, which includes purchasing one house, selling another, and making arrangements to move 3,000 miles away.

What I told her is this: “There is no way I could even think about writing if I were in your shoes. I’d just get through the move and pick a date on the calendar when I could begin again. And then I’d look forward to that day, dream about it, and let it carry me through the weeks between.

“I do that in summer. Sometimes I’m able to write, but other times I just say, you know what, instead of splitting myself in two I’m giving myself 100% over to my family, and when the kids return to school, on that day, I get to write again.”

I admitted I’d been struggling too, with none other than this blog. Since June I’d managed one post a month, practically a record for me, and I hated to break my streak but couldn’t seem to nail down my February post. Why is this so difficult? I rarely get stuck writing fiction or essays, but blogging just doesn’t come naturally to me.

My friend responded in kind with her own guidance: she suggested I write a few paragraphs about a certain friend’s life situation, how it was getting in the way of writing, and the comforting words of advice I’d offered her.

She even gave me a title for the post: When Life Gets in the Way.

I told you she was wise.

A Fond Farewell to 2019

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Like a well-written novel, 2019 was full of twists, challenges, change, and triumph.

It began with my job being eliminated mid-January, which forced me to reevaluate what I wanted to do for a living. I decided I’d rather piece together part-time jobs and work twice as many hours than go back to working as a floor nurse.

I applied for laboratory positions at hospitals (before becoming a nurse, I worked very happily as a phlebotomist), I applied at bookstores (of course it’s my dream job), and I applied at schools, hoping to get a position as a teacher’s assistant.

I ended up getting a weekend job as a phlebotomist which paid nearly as well as my nursing job. And then, over the summer, I received an offer for a TA position with Tempe Elementary School District. Awesome! Only … although this position was at an elementary school, it was actually in a preschool.

Hmm. Many years had passed since I’d been around three and four year olds. I had bleary memories of little balls of energy with the attention spans of puppies and shocking fits of temper. Still, kids are kids. I took the job.

And I completely fell in love with it. The 18 children that I’m privileged to spend 20 hours a week with bring me so much joy; instead of feeling drained at the end of the work day, I feel energized. And I’ve rediscovered something I once knew—that I belong in the classroom. It doesn’t matter if they’re preschoolers, second graders, fourth graders, or middle schoolers. I enjoy being around children, and I truly feel as if I can make a difference to them.

With this in mind, I tentatively reached out to the teaching certification program I’d dropped out of in November of 2016. At the time I was burned out on school, having just earned my bachelor’s degree from Arizona State University, and due to events of that month that I need not name, I’d lost hope in making any kind of positive change in the world.

The teaching program had great news; although it had been three years, I was still technically enrolled and only had to register for classes to jump back in. I did, switching from elementary education to early childhood (I mentioned I fell in love with preschoolers, right?), and already I’m halfway through my first semester. This time next year I will be preparing to student teach, and by spring of 2021 I will be a certified teacher.

The saying “everything happens for a reason” irks many, and I can see why, but in most cases I feel it is true. There’s no doubt that if my position hadn’t been cut at the beginning of the year, something that felt pretty awful at the time, I would not have ended up in a job I love and on my way toward a career that matches my interests and personality.

I also wouldn’t have met the 18 little people who make me laugh and warm my heart every single day. It feels as if everything has fallen into a place I was meant to be.

On to writerly things! Here are a few highlights from 2019:

In January, my short story “Gratitude” won runner-up in Women on Writing’s flash fiction contest.

In April, Women on Writing featured me in an interview on their blog.

In September, my essay “Growing Pains” was published in Mothers Always Write.

In December, Motherwell announced that my essay, published in fall, was one of their seven most read pieces of the year.

I drafted several new short stories and essays in my fall writing workshop; added some layers and an epilogue to my fourth book, The House on Linden Way; drafted a novella that I’d been wanting to write for several years, about boys and volcanoes and the trappings of faith; and spent a month plotting a cozy mystery which I’m now nearly done drafting —it will be finished in late January.

Goals for 2020 include reading a lot (52 books minimum), writing a lot, and finding an agent. This last one is key. I haven’t tried hard enough to find representation for my books; in fact, throughout the years I’ve submitted my second book to maybe six agents, my third to two or three, and my fourth to about a dozen.

Why the anemic effort? Part of it is that I tend to focus on the aspects of writing completely within my control, like the actual writing. Part of it is that I fragment my attention working on novels, short stories, essays, and articles. Part of it is that because I publish short stories and essays fairly regularly I put most of my submission efforts into those.

In 2020 that all changes.

Happy New Year, everyone!